Haven’t been. And if you’ve been, I’d rather not know.
Remember the Madeline doll? That was me. And remember Princess Diana? Yeah, that was me too. I always dreamed of Paris – not in a “far away place” kind of way but in the way of shopping for pretty, sparkling things in my pretty, sparkling dress. I would play “paris” with my friends and we’d have minature cookies and grapes and crackers. (that’s what the French eat. FYI)
If I had a bucket list, which I don’t, it would be on there. I want to fly over the city (and successfully land) in fog. I want to walk around and just inhale. I have this idea that it’s musky and fresh bread’y. I want violin music playing. I want to lose 20 pounds before I go because I’d like to gain 30 while I’m there. I want a whole wardrobe of black & charcoal clothing, new boots and dark extensions. I want really short hair or really long hair. Undecided. I want to walk over bridges, walk next to big lamp posts and see incredible architecture. I don’t plan to say much. I’m way more mysterious when I don’t speak. In fact, if you didn’t know me, you might assume I’m a local. I want a big hat. And maybe a lollipop.
One day, I’d like to take Gracie & Glory there. If Gracie went, she’d want to see all the fashion shows – hoping to design even prettier and sparkly’er things. If Glory went (in the next 10 years) I think she’d plan to base jump from the Eiffel Tower.
I saw an interview with Gweneth Paltrow once. She talked about her amazing father who said he took her to Paris on her 13th birthday because he wanted her first time there, to be with someone that would always love her. That might not make you cry but it gets me every time I think about it. He was on my “I wish I had that dad” list.
I want my first time there to be with someone that will always love me. & that’s what I wish for the girls too. – maybe every girl.